Hey, a new Shake it Up story. Hope you like it. :D This story will probably have either Runther or Gece (haven't decided yet) and lots of messed up romances xD It's just an idea that has been around my mind a lot so I decided to write it out. R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Sparkles. Sparkles everywhere. Every spot from the crooked, gigantic self portrait to the floppy posters that hung on the walls. It was splattered on his sheets, and sprinkled on his clothes. It haunted the room, more or less.

The blonde twin stood there disgusted, wondering how this could've happened to his once cool, manly brother. He couldn't believe it. Last he left him he was a football star, a fashion statement for all the guys. Now what has he turned to? Some weird, sequin loving freak? He would've blamed himself if he didn't despise his brother enough to care. As he walked even farther inside the room, the blonde decided to pick up a piece of clothing and examine it. It was a regular, blue shirt with a spotted cheetah pattern. In the middle of the shirt was a bold sparkly 'G' thinly underlined in different colors of the rainbow. 'His style definitely has changed' he thought amused 'and not for the better.' Where were all those black leather jackets he used to love so much? Those cool designer shirts? Surely something had to go horribly wrong for him to switch to sequins.
With that thought, he carefully put back the horribly designed shirt back to its original place and continued through his search inside the room. He looked through drawers, under blankets, in between magazines, and still all he found were some Shake It Up dance routines his brother sketched out, and a couple of goat related souvenirs. Not only that but he could've sworn he saw a killer goat peeking at him from the closet, but he was too scared to check. Or even look for that matter.
Putting the thought of a goat attacking him in his sleep aside, he started to consider the option of leaving. Maybe this was the wrong room? Maybe he was wasting his time? The whole room looked so unreal to him, so clean and shiny, it made it hard to believe his brother once used to be the messiest guys he knew. But he knew this was it, this was the guy he had been searching for these past few years. And although he would rather just leave, and let bygones be bygones, he was just too curious to stop now.
He searched for any item that might help him get revenge; papers, files, drawings, etc. Under the bed he came across a sparkly notebook. It looked familiar, though the sparkles felt like they didn't belong there. Like they were forcibly glued on. Hesitantly, he grabbed the notebook and started to flip through the pages.
"To make things clear, this is a journal, not a diary. Kamrons' do not write in diaries. Those are for sissies.'
The Kamron part was crossed out with bold, black marker, but he still remembered it well. Hessenefer was replaced instead. Hessenefer. That name sounded foreign.
He flipped again and found a few old entries, a couple about his brother's "new" football championship. His championship awards were like 6 years ago but still, of course, he remembered it well. Not only he attended it, he was part of the team.
Through reading some of the pages, he started to wonder if his brother was still the popular douche bag he was back in grade school, or instead evolved into some awkward, social zero. Probably the latter with all the sparkles involved.
"Hey." a voice made him turn around startled, grabbing the nearest object within his reach for protection.
The other person put his hands up in fake surrender. "Whoa, big guy, watch out. I'm not here to hurt you." He got a glare in return "Okay, first of all buddy, don't look at me like I'm some sort of intruder, this is MY room."
'It is weird that he doesn't seem bothered by the fact that some guy was going through his stuff in 2 in the morning?' the twin thought to himself.
"And second of all, I hardly doubt a hair brush would do any physical damage to me." he rolled his eyes sarcastically, putting his hands down. The guy in front of him took a quick glance towards his defense item and to his surprise, it really was a hairbrush. He quickly threw it away in embarrassment.
The two examined the other, and the more they looked, the more it felt like looking at a mirror. Sky blue eyes found an exact match as they both stood in silence.
Gunther, still in some sort of haze, though still playing it cool, flickered the light open without a word.
"You." He had a bitter taste in his mouth, even by not using his name. "What are you doing here?"
Suddenly, the awkward silence was lifted, and the twin started feeling very comfortable with himself.
"What?" he smiled coyly "Can't a guy drop by to visit his favorite twin brother?"
"Well... I suppose so," Gunther put on a fake sympathetic expression "but usually it's common courtesy to give a couple days notice before barging in through someone's window and examining his stuff, after not seeing him for I don't know, 5 years."
"How did you know I came through the window?" Gunther raised an eyebrow at that stupid question. The window was wide open, and it didn't take a scientist to put 1 and 1 together.
"What are you doing here anyways? I didn't need you before, and I don't need you now."
He shrugged. "My fault mom and dad didn't want you?"
"Dean." he gritted his teeth. "Get out."
"Relax! I was only kidding. Come on, you can't kick me out." Gunther was already grabbing him by the shirt and leading him towards the door.
"Give me one good reason why not?"
"Because I came all the way from Santa Cruz to see you." he got away from his grip, and smoothed his black T shirt. "Listen, there is some unfinished business we need to discuss."
"Uh, yeah, come back in 5 years, I'll see if I'll feel like talking then." his voice was cold, matching his expression. Dean laughed at how serious he was taking this situation and just laid down on his bed, feeling at home. "Dude, I'm enrolling into your school. Mom and dad just moved here. And the second I saw you on that TV show, I just had to find you."
"So you're a stalker?" Such a nice way to put it.
"Basically."
"Listen-" his voice rose, but he was quickly interrupted with a louder one. "GUNTHER! COME BACK HERE! THE COOKIES ARE ALMOST DONE BAKING!" That voice obviously belonged to Tinka, the one to always have such great timings.
Dean broke out into quiet fits of laughter, quite enjoying himself. That only made Gunther madder.

"You bake?" he tried to control his laughter "At 2 am? Seriously?"

Tinka called out once again, in a louder, slightly high pitched voice. "GUNTHER, ARE YOU COMING?"

"Coming." He replied within the second. "Stay here. If you get out of this room, you're dead. If Tinka finds out you're here, you're dead. If you're here when I get back, you're dead. Got it?"

"Got it." He said, although Dean did not seem to be making an effort to leave anytime soon. "Enjoy your cookies. Get me one, will you?" he smirked and Gunther growled.

Okay so this is a weird place to end it, but it felt like I was giving away too much for the first chapter so I decided to end it here. ._. This is experimental, it's an idea that's been stuck in my head for a while, and I just felt like writing it out. I'm not sure yet if I will make it a regular multi chapter fic, but it depends on if people will like it. The first chapter was kind of boring, but it gets better xD